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Minnehaha , 


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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year r SSq, by 
EMILY ROSS PERRY, 

In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. 


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Minnehaha. 


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the falls of Minuetraha, 
With its rushing, roaring water, 


Wonder of ou r great .North west, 
Near the far famed “Flour city, ” 
Where the Indian used to roam, 
For he loved this Minnehaha, 


Spirit bride, that seemed to come. 


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MINNEHAHA. 




BCHED above, like some old cavern, 


With the water splashing over, 
And the trailing , creeping ivy, 
Hanging, fastened on the nudes. 
Thou art lovely, Minneha ha. 

' Tis n o won d er Hi aivath a, 

Loved thee better than Ids forks. 















MINNEHAHA. 




And the sumach’s reddish hue, 
With the elms, and the basswood, 
Thei/ are mak ing lore to ijon. 
Minnehaha, dashing water. 

You are ever good and true. 









MINNEHAHA. 




A UGH LM'G 


, leaping, silvery water, 


White as God’s own drifting snow, 


How I wonder what you’re after, 
As you’re rushing onward so! 


Dashing, splashing, overfalls and rocks you go 





MINNEHAHA. 


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ERE 1 sit and read a chapter 


As I look and' long again, 


Beauteous face of silvery nutter, 
With the rainbow glancing after, 
As on and on it comes again. 










MINNEHAHA. 



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0 W J lore you, 


Minnehaha, 


With your thousand silvery si reams, 


Like aspectre, on a river, 
Comes a vision, as in dreams. 


And my heart throbs as I listen, 


While Tsee your bright form glisten, 
As it dances on forever. 










MINNEHAHA. 



IKE the sand upon the ocean, 


Varied like the rai nbow’s line. 


Here the famous reiie-hunter 


Digs away a piece of you . 

But thou wilt stand, yea, through all ages, 
Though they try to dig yon through. 


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A T your left, dear Minnehaha, 
Stands the aged chief's old hut. 

Made of stone with roof of grasses, 

And methinks the door is shut; 


j For thy father long has gathered 
All his wain/nun into dust, 

Where his stores are always ready, 


“ Where there is no moth or rust. 


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MINNEHAHA. 


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E1KI) and wild in all thy glory, 


From thy cavern and thy glen, 

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As often as thy dear old story 
Has been read by other men; 

And' by one who once adored thee 


With his love and with his yen. 










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jP(JETS, artists, all have loved thee, 
Thou art like the TEolian harp, 

Wafting music o'er thy branches, 
Ever keeping to the mark; 


Thou wilt kiss thy waning grasses, 
As omvardglides thy phantom hark 











MINNEHAHA. 


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N thy sandy, rocky cavern 


Creeps the lovely sea-green moss; 

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Time has left his mark and footprint, 


Bat may thou never know no loss, 
And thy gold shall not he dross. 









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MINNEHAHA. 



JV'D when night has spread her m 


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And the voices are hashed and still, 
Listening often at thy murmur 
Sounds the distant whip-poor-will; 
Softly stealing o'er my senses 
Comes the whisper, “Peace he still. ” 


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MINNEHAHA. 


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LS 'Eli thy hills of lovely verdu re 
Stands the dear old soldiers' home; 

Men who fought for home and country, 
For the cause they loved <done. 

Shouldered- anus and left their loved ones 
In the keeping of their God. 

Some have gone where hat ties never 
Come to those whose feet have trod 
Paths, that lead to living waters, 

Where no battles and no dangers 
To the faithfu 1 ever come. 










MINNEHAHA. 


w3 O we leave thee, Minnehaha ; 
Thousands more will come and go, 
And will love thee, dashing nutter, 
Spirit bride and purest daughter, 
Robed in white like frozen snow: 
May ‘‘Our Father ” keep thee ever . 
In thy coarse auto the river. 

Thou , art ever fair to view, 

So we bid you, Minnehaha\, 


“Au revoir, " a fond adieu . 












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